What answers is Light: a pillar of blinding sunfire that immediately blazes up into the heavens just beside Merriman, for one brief moment illuminating everything even under the shadow of the Dark.
The radiance seems to cool and resolve itself into the form of a young man about eight or nine feet tall, so beautiful it quite literally hurts to look at him, and somehow so vividly real that everything around him looks suddenly dim and insubstantial by comparison. He wears the raiment of a Welsh prince, and white-gold light flares out behind him in the shape of wings.
"Younger brother," the apparition says to Merriman, smiling, "I'm here, but you'd still better hold on." He comes around to place his hands on Merriman's shoulders, power pouring into the Old One and all around him, and the great bright wings sweep forward to shield both of them.
And the One's Champion looks up laughing into the massive onrushing cloud of the Dark and calls, "Bring it."
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The radiance seems to cool and resolve itself into the form of a young man about eight or nine feet tall, so beautiful it quite literally hurts to look at him, and somehow so vividly real that everything around him looks suddenly dim and insubstantial by comparison. He wears the raiment of a Welsh prince, and white-gold light flares out behind him in the shape of wings.
"Younger brother," the apparition says to Merriman, smiling, "I'm here, but you'd still better hold on." He comes around to place his hands on Merriman's shoulders, power pouring into the Old One and all around him, and the great bright wings sweep forward to shield both of them.
And the One's Champion looks up laughing into the massive onrushing cloud of the Dark and calls, "Bring it."